Ni Sheng sensed Fang Yun's attitude, and he sighed. The Ni Monument behind him flew out with a bang, turning into a broken stone tablet and flew in front of Fang Yun.
Fang Yun remained unmoved and took a quick glance. He instantly understood the secrets hidden in the monument and also understood the grudges between the coffin-carrying people and other ethnic groups.
It turns out that the Valley of the Buried Saints was formed by the power of the Ancient Yellow Spring. Most of the Buried Saints came from the Ten Thousand Worlds, but some groups like the Rebel Saints and the Coffin-Carrying People actually came from the Ancient Yellow Spring, which is equivalent to coming from another world.
"That's thoughtful." After Fang Yun finished speaking, the Nibei flew backwards and landed back on the Nisheng.
Lang Liao took a step forward, passed the saints in front of him, and went straight to the royal court of the Royal Mountain Emperor Clan.
The ancestors scattered and retreated like a flock of chickens encountering a tiger or wolf, looking at Fang Yun vigilantly.
Fang Yun smiled indifferently, stood on the wolf's fangs, and looked towards the gate to the star field leading to the human race.
Bright orange rays of Saint Ancestor talent gushed out from Fang Yun, dancing like ropes, and entered the vicinity of the star field gate, interweaving into a peculiar saintly structure before disappearing into the void.
The ancestors' originally vigilant looks were now filled with shock and a hint of curiosity.
Everyone stared at the new holy power emanating from Fang Yun's body.
The holy power of the holy ancestors is still a kind of holy power in essence, but its power is particularly strong.
But Fang Yun’s holy power is completely different in appearance and structure from those of the Holy Ancestors.
The holy power of normal saints is golden in color, but Fang Yun's holy power is bright orange. Moreover, the holy power is in thread-like form, and the filaments that make up the holy power are orange characters.
Fang Yun’s holy power is composed entirely of orange text.
Moreover, Fang Yun's holy power is full of strange contradictions.
When seeing the holy power, the ancestors resisted instinctively, always feeling that it was a form of power far superior to and stronger than themselves. But then, the holy power formed a fatal attraction to them, as if they could have everything as long as they obeyed the holy power.
The ancestors had a feeling that the original level of these sacred powers of words was equivalent to the normal power of a saint ancestor. However, because Fang Yun's power of all living beings was too strong, the power of the sacred power of words surpassed all other sacred powers.
Although all races have talents and techniques to enhance their holy power, it is unprecedented that holy power alone can directly put pressure on the Holy Ancestor.
Suddenly, the Lord of the Dry Mountain shouted: "All saints below the Great Saint, stay away and never look at Fang Zu's holy power..."
But it was too late.
All the Kunlun tribes near the Royal Mountain, as long as they were below the Great Sage, no matter they were ordinary creatures or half-saints, suddenly had countless orange words flowing from top to bottom in their eyes, like a waterfall of words.
Then, a scene occurred that even the Holy Ancestor could not believe.
Then a half-saint of the Giant God race shook his head and said, "Ancestor Fang's words are indeed profound. The Kunlun people are barbarians. Only with the teachings of Ancestor Fang can they get rid of their barbarian status. From today on, I will worship Ancestor Fang as my ancestor. I dare not take the surname Fang, nor do I dare to add anything to Fang. So I will subtract a little and change my surname to Wan. From now on, there will only be the Ten Thousand God Arcs of the human race, and no God Arcs of the Giant God race."
"Very good, very good. Let us all honor Fang Zu today."
"Alas, I only realized today how wonderful Fang Zu's poems are. I was like a fool before. I didn't even know how to cherish such a good poem!"
"When will I ever learn the poetry of war? Sigh! Sigh! Sigh!"
"I slept through the spring without knowing the dawn, and heard birds singing everywhere. There were sounds of wind and rain at night, and I wonder how many flowers have fallen. Such simple words are like a picture spread out before my eyes, how wonderful it is. As a member of the Kunlun tribe, what is the point of not understanding poetry? Forget it, I will surrender to the human race."
All the creatures of different races split into two groups, one group flew towards the camp south of the Royal Clan Mountain, and the other group headed towards the location of Fang Yun, the Royal Court of the Imperial Clan.
Without exception, all those who saw Fang Yun’s holy power and were below the Great Sage betrayed Kunlun.
The ancestors and saints were stunned. If they encountered betrayal in normal times, they would kill the traitors without hesitation, but now, they had no idea what to do.
He was fine just now, why did he suddenly go crazy
"Ancestor Fang, you broke the rules!" The Third Ancestor of the Giant God said angrily.
Although the first ancestor of the Giant God surrendered to Fang Yun, the second and third ancestors did not surrender to avoid standing on the wrong side. However, Fang Yun did it when the Saint Ancestor agreed not to take action, and the three ancestors of the Giant God could no longer tolerate it.
“Ancestor Fang, please stop!” The Lord of the Withered Mountain could no longer sit still. The huge body of the mountain slowly expanded, and soon reached a height of a million feet. It stood in the void, covering the heaven and earth.
There were lightning and thunder in the sky and a raging storm.
The emotions of the holy ancestors fluctuated.
However, Fang Yun completely ignored the ancestors and continued to release his holy power to bless the star gate to avoid any problems after he left.
The Kunlun ancestors became more and more excited. The Prison-Suppressing Evil Dragon suddenly chuckled and said, "Are you stupid? Don't you think about what kind of holy way my eldest brother is practicing?"
The ancestors frowned. They really didn't care what Fang Yun was practicing. The two sides had only met twice and they fought right away.
Qing Zu sighed and said, "What Fang Zu cultivates is the great way of enlightenment. He has been restraining his power, otherwise, once he speaks, all living beings will follow him. Wherever he passes, all living beings become his disciples, except for Saint Ancestor. However, his holy power is too strong. Even if he deliberately suppresses it, all living beings who see his holy power will be enlightened by it. So, he did not take the initiative to attack."
The ancestors were shocked. They had all heard of the holy way of enlightenment, but they didn't expect that practicing to the extreme would turn out like this.
The ancestors had no choice but to issue orders to all tribes that when they saw Fang Yun in the future, they should close their eyes and turn their heads away, and never look directly at Fang Yun.
As for those who had already been educated, the ancestors could not bring themselves to kill them and let them go.
Fang Yun stood in front of the Star Domain Gate, his body motionless, but the Holy Power he released became more and more, and finally formed a torrent of Holy Power, which rushed towards the Star Domain Gate, interweaving with the Star Domain Gate to construct an increasingly complete void formation.
The ancestors were soon fascinated by Fang Yun's Holy Way of the Void, and forgot everything else and studied hard.
After a whole day, sweat actually broke out on Fang Yun's forehead.
Only then did Fang Yun stop and take some magical medicine.
The area around the star gate shook slightly and then returned to normal, and there seemed to be nothing unusual.
However, all the saints and ancestors avoided it like the plague, because they could all sense that hidden in that void was a terrifying beast that could devour all the worlds.
Soon, the ancestors discovered the true purpose of this great void formation, and their expressions changed slightly.
"This Fang Yun is too cruel..." the Lord of Kushan said gritting his teeth.
"I... If my realm was not inferior to his, I would have killed him long ago! This void formation not only protects the gate to the star field, but also binds Shengyuan Continent to my Kunlun people. Once Shengyuan Continent is destroyed, this void formation will immediately explode, penetrate the Royal Mountain, and shatter Kunlun!"
"The key is that this void formation is too powerful and we cannot resolve it."
"If you can tolerate this, then there are many things you can't tolerate. We can't let him do this!"
"But that's at the gate of the imperial family's royal court. He has the right to do so."
"well… "
The ancestors watched helplessly as Fang Yun swaggered away from Royal Mountain and returned to the camp.